She's Like the Swallow

she's like the swallow that flies so high oh -- she's like the river that never runs dry she's like the sunshine on the lee shore I love my love and love is no more oh -- 'twas out in the garden this fair maid did go a-pickin' the beautiful, primitive rose all the more she plucked, the more she pulled until she got her apron full it's out ... it's out of the roses she made a bed a stormy pillow for her head she lay her down, nowhere she spoke until this fair maid's heart was broke she's like the swallow that flies so high and she's like the river that never runs dry she's like the sunshine on the lee shore I love my love and love is no, no more no, no more she's like the swallow she's like the river --- She's Like the Swallow - The King's Singers